Got Bigger

[Intro]
Sco'
Uh
Sco'

[Chorus]
Uh, I be with some real dudes
Told my shorty, "Go and shoot," I bet he go do it
You told your shorty, "Go up on that mission," he ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas, I be wit' some real thrills
Strip 'em like a stripper, where that shit at?
Why you drop the lo', I swear we finna' kill 'em, where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas, you can't hang around
Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, we pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down

[Verse]
Put 'em in the dirt
We gon' have this conversation cut short like a skirt
We slide on opps like a 9-5, it's time to go to work
I got a 30, foe'nem got a 30, ain't talkin' bout no percs, nigga
Fuck a pеrc, nigga
Bunch'a switch Glocks, we got opps in different hoods
So it's timе to switch blocks
Shot too many shots up out the Glock, it got my wrist hot
I'll never tell, lips sealed, like a Ziploc, nigga

[Bridge]
Money got bigger, pipes got bigger
He dissed the guys, so his life got thinner
W got bigger, I'm a real winner
Came straight from Hell, uh, I'm a real sinner, uh

[Verse 2]
Folks got dizzy on they block, he a real spinna', uh
Off the Heezy, hittin' tops when we kill niggas, uh
Shorty head hot, guess I gotta' chill niggas, uh
We takin' on his block, I gotta' smack a real niggas, uh
Mask up like Scream, I'ma shoot him 'till he scream
I be slidin' with this mop, shoot the block 'till it's clean
Flip, flip, switch Glock, mini machine
Put a stock up on my Glock so ain't no missing
If he tweakin' with the guys, then you go missing
Disappear, poof, he in the sky, get him outta' here
Folks be doin' tricks, so we gon' cheat, we ain't playin' fair
Evaporating all the opps, put his ass in the air, uh
Everyday on 59th, wit' a Glock, uh, yeah
Everyday on 57th, look for opps, uh, yeah
You would think he jumpin' rope, how I make him hop
You would think he in the NBA, the way I make him flop
Bro just came and asked me how I'm feelin'
Told him that I'm chillin', I wanna' catch a opp and put him to the ceilin'
Said: "Let's spin they block, we gon' kill all mens and no women"
Everyday I wake up mad 'cause they livin', let's get 'em

[Chorus]
Uh, I be with some real dudes
Told my shorty, "Go and shoot," I bet he go do it
You told your shorty, "Go up on that mission," he ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas, I be wit' some real thrills
Strip 'em like a stripper, where that shit at?
Why you drop the lo', I swear we finna' kill 'em, where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas, you can't hang around
Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, we pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down